“The car is half-way to Carson’s and parking down there is a pain in the ass.”“Sure.” She did, however, put her mittens back on. Eric didn�...t lead her outside, but rather through a series of underground passageways before they climbed up to the sidewalk for the last blocks. “I didn’t know those were down there.” The tunnels had mostly protected them from the wind, although none of them seemed to be heated.“There are Chicagoans, and then there are Loop dwellers. I don’t think anybody designed. It was a Saturday and I just came back from a hundred and twenty mile ride on my old Harley sporty and Mom was on the sofa reading 'The life and times of Dorothy Parker."Oh hi Kirk, how was your ride?" Pretty good Mom, bike ran like a charm, I'm getting forty eight to miles to the gallon, I wish I could get half that in my pick-up truck.I looked at her, there was something that I really liked about the glow of a lamp seen in her ovals and not for the first time did I get hard.A few weeks later. ’ The black man was aching to talk, to attempt to negotiate, but he feared he had already resigned himself to his fate. A part of him, I would suppose the survival instinct, wanted to try, at least. He was fighting a number of inner demons as he sat there listening to the man in black talk. He was scared, no doubt about that, but the fact that his life was likely to end any second wasn’t the thing that frightened him most, it was the detached calm that the man in black radiated as he sat there. Then it dawned on me, I could wear my one-piece jumper short outfit, and go commando. I could carry my panties in my purse, that way I could put them on before going home, and no one will ever suspect a thing.I placed the garment over my arm, walked over to the dresser, got out some panties, and laid them on the chair next to my bed.I snickered and whispered, "Oh yeah, this ought to be just the right thing to wear, and fool Grampa. As he will never guess I'm not wearing panties."Next, I put on.